[Verse 1]
Living on the road, my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
And your breath's as hard as kerosene
You weren't your mama's only son
But her favorite one, it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

[Verse 2]
Pancho was a bandit, boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match, you know
On the borders down in Mexico
And nobody heard his dying words
And that's the way it goes

[Chorus]
And all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness, I suppose
[Verse 3]
Well Lefty, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty left for Ohio
And where he got the bread to go
Ah there ain't nobody knows

[Chorus]
And all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose

[Verse 4]
Well, the poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty's living in a cheap hotel
The border's quiet and Cleveland's cold
So the story ends, we're told
Pancho needs your prayers, it's true
But save a few for Lefty, too
He just did what he had to do
Ah and now he's growing old
[Chorus]
And all the federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose

A few gray federales say
They coulda had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness, I suppose